I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

the other guineahen died of a broken heart and we came to New York. I used to sit at a table,drawing wings with a pencil that kept breaking and i kept remembering how your mind looked when it slept for several years,to wake up asking why. So then you turned into a photograph of somebody who’s trying not to laugh at somebody who’s trying not to cry

Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.

Next to of course god America i / love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh

since feelings come first, who cares about the syntax of things?